Welcome to this month’s poetry classroom, with poet Daniel Bowman, author of A Plum Tree in Leatherstocking Country. We invite you to respond to the poems we’ll share here—their forms, images, sounds, meanings, surprises—ask questions of Dan and each other, and write your own poems along the way.
Walking Through the Dream of a Stranger
Now I dream that I’m the stranger
in someone else’s dream,
that I’m walking
through the dream of a stranger
and the stranger’s dream turns out like
dreams I had when I was young
where I meet a girl on a hillside
and she loves me
and takes my hand and smiles
and I smile too
because I love her and because
the stranger’s dream smells like
wet birch bark and crabapples
trampled in early September.